she'll let an entire train of men run on her with stiff pricks, drunk as shit and throwing up in her hair while grabbing her flat infantile tits to try to get off while trying to put the trailer park home in their back memories. then they spread their mosquito infested seed all over the floor because they were too slow and uncoordinated to squirm their penises up towards their belly, much less their chest. flies will be flying around and random syrup will be spread on the walls and ceiling. random bits of animal fur will be strewn throughout the house. cobwebs will run amok.

the husband is going to drink warm beer, beat the kids, squirm and die under flaccid piles of fat and pools of gravy....then will just shit all over her face in the act of intercourse. she'll be buried. cockroaches shall be eating her children clothes and she'll drown in bile, vomit and rotten flesh. the PH of the bile will mix with the male and female and create an almost acidic, toxic environment. the stove will be on. carbon monoxide will magnify the smells.

the car is on fire. everybody committed suicide. a dark wind blows. the government is corrupt and turned on each other. the blinds were drawn shut. we're trapped. the machine is dying. we're the machine. the billboards have peeled off. the flags are all dead. they're tattered and meaningless. the whole world is gone.

the winds have now died. the buildings crumpled. mud clutched babies because the mothers were not there to clutch them. fathers died trying to save the crumbling buildings. twisted metal, the skyline was somewhat beautiful. an evil beautiful. only developed fruit lasted. hummingbirds, moths, blue jays, bees...they did enjoy. highways were jammed. no way out. highway to hell. the volcanic ashes destroyed the insects. only cockroaches lived. birds fly overhead just as confused as us. we're all dead. it's just a matter of time. any remaining humans will fall into a pit of death. asked for their ID, they'll open up their wallets, only to see it's full of blood.